I Didn’t Choose Writing—Writing Chose Me

 It started with a heavy heart and an empty page.”

I don’t remember the exact day I started writing. But I remember how I felt. I was sad, tired, and full of thoughts I couldn’t say out loud.

 It felt like I had so much in my heart, but no one to listen.

So one day, I picked up a pen and started writing.

I didn’t want to become a writer.

I just wanted to feel better.

I just wanted to let things out.

Back then, I was very quiet. I kept everything inside — my pain, my thoughts, and my feelings. I acted happy in front of people, but inside I was hurting. I felt like no one really saw me. No one asked me if I was okay.

And then, one night, I broke down.

I felt like I was carrying too much. There was no big reason — just small things that added up. I didn’t know how to talk to anyone, so I wrote everything down. I wrote my feelings on paper. It was messy, but it made me feel lighter.

That was the first time I felt peace in a long time.

> "I don’t write because I’m strong. I write because I’m hurting quietly."

Writing became my secret friend. I started writing when I was sad, angry, or confused. I wrote when I couldn’t sleep. I wrote when no one understood me. It became a way to speak — without using my voice.

I never showed my writing to anyone. It was just for me. But those little pages saved me.

They helped me breathe when everything felt too heavy.

I would write letters I never sent.

Poems that didn’t rhyme.

Thoughts that made no sense.

But they were mine. And they helped.

> "Sometimes, writing is the only way to say what the heart feels."

Now, I’ve decided to share my writing here — on this blog. It’s scary. These words are very personal. They are parts of me that I usually hide. But I want to be brave. Maybe someone out there will read this and feel less alone.

I still have sad days. I still get quiet. But now, I have writing. And that’s enough.

So, if you’re reading this and you also feel heavy or lost, try writing. Even if no one reads it, it can still help. Don’t write to impress. Just write to feel free.

🌙 Final Message

Sometimes, the loudest cries are silent.

Sometimes, the strongest people are the ones who are breaking inside.

And sometimes… the softest words hold the deepest pain.

If life ever feels too heavy to carry — write.

Let your pain bleed into your words.

Because paper never judges, and ink never leaves.

> "Maybe your broken pieces will one day become someone else’s light."

🖤 Thank you for reading.

This blog is not just about writing.

It’s about healing, feeling, and being real.

This is my start.

And I’m glad you’re here with me.

Paper's done but I'm not.

Aatir Abdullah

Writer|Learner|Dreamer.